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Christmas lights twinkled and Erin watched them, mesmerized by their brilliance.

She was curled up beside the tree, her legs tucked up under her. She was wearing a sexy little red dress Dave had picked out for her, along with a pair of strappy high heels. Dave was in the kitchen, preparing each of them a mug of hot chocolate. He looked great tonight in black jeans and a red shirt that matched the color of her dress.

It was Christmas Eve and they had spent the day with Dave’s brothers—John, Drew, and Craig—as well as Jessica, Craig’s very young fiancée, along with their parents who’d flown in from Florida. Erin’s mother had also joined the group, but left early since she wasn’t feeling well. Her brother and his wife Tammy had spent the holidays with Tammy’s family.

Erin couldn’t believe how fast the past couple of months had flown by. She and Dave had dated like they had when they were teenagers, and they’d had so much fun together. They’d gone to drive-in movies and had sex in the backseat of the king club cab of his truck, went to pizza houses and ice cream parlors, had dinners at fine restaurants, spent time with his cop friends watching games, drinking beer and eating munchies, and got together with some of her coworkers as well.

She sighed and her skin tingled as she thought about all the fun they’d had in Dave’s bondage room. He could take her into custody
any
time. So long as they made sure the door to the bondage room was locked.

It had been no problem whatsoever in getting over what’s-his-name. And she considered the friendship she’d
thought
she’d had with Wendy not a friendship at all.

Friends don’t fuck friends’ boyfriends.

But if it hadn’t been for them, she never would have been pulled over by Dave…

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Erin shifted on the floor as she looked up at the sparkling tree in Dave’s family room. Beneath the tree were two more presents they hadn’t unwrapped. One was from her to Dave, and the other from Dave to her. She wondered what was in the box he’d wrapped in red foil with a metallic green bow. It was about the size of a shoebox, and she just had no clue what was in it.

The living room lights dimmed and the Christmas lights sparkled even brighter.

She heard footsteps crossing the carpet and she looked up to see Dave with two cups topped with a mound of whipped cream. He looked so handsome that she wanted to put whipped cream on him instead and eat him all up.

He smiled as he handed her a mug. She took a sip of the cocoa that was just the right temperature so that she didn’t burn her tongue. She caught the taste of something strong and glanced up at Dave.

“Okay, what’d you put into this?”

Dave laughed. “You have a whipped cream mustache,” he said just before he leaned forward, kissed her and darted his tongue out over her upper lip.

“Mmmmm…” Erin sighed as he drew away. “I think I’ll make sure I have whipped cream on my face all the time.”

Another kiss was her reward before they went back to drinking their hot chocolate laced with brandy.

When they were finished, Dave took their mugs and set them on an end table near the leather L-shaped couch. He settled on the floor next to her and took the two presents from beneath the Christmas tree.

“I want you to open your present last.” His expression was serious, but there was a spark in his eyes.

“What did you get me?” she said with a grin. “My own flogger?”

“How did you guess?” He met her lips again in a soft kiss before moving back and looking at her with his dark, intense gaze.

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Erin handed him his gift. “I hope you like it.”

“You could give me a pair of socks and I would love it.” He pulled off the gold bow and tore off the silver wrapping paper. For a long moment he was quiet as he looked at the framed photograph she had given him.

“Thank you, angel.” His voice sounded thick when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her close to him.

It was a photograph of the two of them together—him in his football jersey, and Erin in her team spirit shirt. They looked so young, so in love as they stared up into one another’s eyes.

How could she have let that go?

Dave kissed her, a soft loving kiss that told her how much he appreciated her gift.

When it was her turn to open the present from Dave, her hands shook. She didn’t bother taking it off slowly, she ripped off the paper with enthusiasm.

It was a shoebox beneath the wrapping paper—hers, in fact. She looked up at him and cocked her eyebrow.

“Open it,” he said, gesturing to the box.

Erin lifted the lid—to find a pair of airline tickets nestled on top of a bed of tissue paper. Her hands shook even more as she opened one of them. “Paris?” She grinned at Dave, feeling like she was going to bubble over with excitement. “We’re going to Paris?”

“Look in the box, under the tickets,” he said with a smile.

For some crazy reason her heart started to pound even harder than when she’d discovered the tickets to Paris. She moved them aside, dug through the tissue—and found a small red velvet jeweler’s box.

A lump crowded her throat and she fumbled as she opened the box to discover a gorgeous marquise-cut solitaire. Erin held her hand to her mouth and tears started to roll down her cheeks. She was trembling so hard she almost dropped the box.

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He cupped her face in his hands, turning her head to face him. “Marry me, Erin Wilson.”

Erin found it hard to speak. She felt overwhelmed, dizzy, like this was happening to someone else. For a long moment she just stared into his eyes, realizing all her hopes, dreams, and happiness, lay with this man.

“Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.”

Dave crushed her to him, hugging her so tight she could barely breathe. “It’s about damn time,” he said and she laughed and brushed away a tear.

Her fingers continued to tremble as he slipped the marquise diamond on her ring finger. It sparkled, catching the Christmas lights as they winked in and out.

“Honeymoon in Paris?” She smiled up at him. “When’s the wedding?”

“I love you, angel.” He squeezed her hands in his. “I think we’ve waited long enough. I booked the trip for the first two weeks of January. I hope you don’t mind that I worked it out with your boss, and arranged for an intimate wedding the day before we leave.”

“I love you so much.” Erin wrapped her arms around Dave’s neck. “I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas present than you.”

He took her down to the carpet so that they were nearly lying beneath the Christmas tree. “I’m the lucky one.”

“We both are.” She traced her finger over his firm lips. “If you hadn’t stopped me…”

“Thank God I did.”

Dave began unwrapping her like a Christmas present, almost reverently uncovering every inch of her. The warmth of the air in the room brushed over her bare skin as she waited for him to strip out of his own clothes. He wasn’t so slow at that.

Before she knew it, he was in between her thighs and she had her legs hooked around his thighs.

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“Our first time was under a Christmas tree,” she said as she looked up at him.

Dave clasped his hands with hers. “And I intend to make love to you under the tree every year for the rest of our lives.”

Erin gasped as he penetrated her as slow as if she were still a virgin. This time it was pure pleasure as her soon-to-be husband filled her and made her feel whole again.

The double heart pendant that she now always wore felt cool against her bare skin and the ring was snug on her finger. He pumped his hips in and out, building up the sensations in her body that threatened to overcome her.

“Come with me,” he said as their eyes held.

The room itself seemed to sparkle with glittering Christmas lights as she hit her climax. Her whole body felt as if she was glittering along with them.

He gave a loud groan as he came. He pumped his hips several times, then gathered her in his arms so that she was lying almost on top of him.

“You’re home now, angel,” he said as he held her tight.

She sighed against his chest. “And I’m here to stay.”

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About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author Cheyenne McCray has a passion for sensual romance and a happily-ever-after, but always with a twist. Among other accolades, Chey has been presented with the prestigious Romantic Times BOOKreviews Reviewers’ Choice Award for “Best Erotic Romance of the Year”. Chey is the award-winning novelist of eighteen books and nine novellas.

Chey has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, as she did when she was lost in a good book. Cheyenne enjoys spending time with her husband and three sons, traveling, and of course writing, writing, writing.

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